Enlightened and Abandoned
I remember the days that I would just remain in one place. I wasnt alone, neither was I surrounded by friends. It was more of a competition, who would be chosen first? Who would attract more?
Many people would look at me and I just sat there, until the day someone picked me up and carried me in their arms. I felt special and unique, as if I had a significance to that person, a meaning. People knew me as theirs, I didnt have my own name. It was alright though, because it didnt matter, as long as I was important to that one person.
There were times I would get lost or forgotten. Other people would sometimes take me away, reading me like a book. The feeling of guilt would cover me as I realized I was helping others cheat. But soon, after I was just stolen, I would be found again and forgiven for whatever I had committed.
The most important person to me had used me for many things. He gave me secrets of his, such as the girl he liked, the person he hated the most, and wha
Maybe it's just me
Maybe it just isn't meant to be...
It's sad how I miss you more when I can see you
And that you haven't got a clue...
Of how you're making me feel
You're not helping me heal...
I wish for you to be by my side
But when you're there, I tend to hide...
Away all of me, the truth, my heart
I guess we really are growing apart...
But, maybe, just maybe
It is just me...
I Miss YouIt's been so long since I could smile with you
I remember when play games was all we'd do
But now it's like we have never even met
Oh how much do you want to make me feel regret?
So here I am, thinking about our "yesterday"
Back when we'd chat with each other almost everyday
You were always able to make me laugh and smile
I haven't laughed that way for a very long while
My friends told me to move on and forget about you
Yet as time keeps moving my love also grew
But I just can't forget about the days we've spent
This sucks, since you were the one I would go to, to vent
But I guess you've stopped thinking of me
You've moved on, it's another girl you see
I'll move on too, just when the time is right
We never know who's really going to win this fight.
Room 228Room 228
"Jenn...JENN!! WAKE UP!" said Mme. Facet
"Five more minutes..."
"CINQ MINUTES PLUS- s'il vous plaît?" Jenn had sat up, and by the end of her outburst, she wished the floor would just swallow her up. That way, she wouldn't have needed to face humilation. Today was the worst day of her life.
Jenn turned to her boyfriend, Max, and noticed how the corners of his mouth were slightly twitching. Obviously, he was trying to hold back his laughter, unlike the rest of the class who were laughing hysterically. Jenn sighed heavily and lowered her head.
Mme. Facet began walking towards Jenn's desk, ignoring the class's giggles and whispers. She slammed her hands onto the desk and asked, "Who told you, you could sleep in MY class?"
The class was immediately silent and all faces turned towards the scene. Every student in that room wondered just how could Jenn possibly dig an even deeper grave, it was already pretty deep. Then, slowly, Jenn lifted her head and
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Once she done making a hole big enough for her to pass through it, she pick a rope from the tool bag and throw it through the hole. She ties the end of the rope on a nail that she herself put and after certifies that the rope was tied firmly, she began climb down through it.
Before stepping on the store floor, the smart vixen get what seems to be an ordinary TV remote, she pressed a button and nothing happen at first sight. The thief proceeds and finally stepped on the store floor, the alarm was deactivated successfully. Next, she headed into her target: the jewelries.
She use the same tool she used before to cut up the sunroof to cut out the showcases and ta
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The girl was often sparring with her friends. Nothing extreme, just playing. Carter, Nike and Foster where her only male friends and her favorite to spar with. The females enjoyed cooking and talking too much for her. Though she was often defeated, they woul
HTTS-RP AmeBel Ghost 2
<HTTS--Belarus>While Alfred was still fumbling for his glass, Natalya snatched the mirror and dashed to the closet, huddling slightly. She gazed into the mirror, seeing her old self. She looked the same as she kind of remembered, her memory had been fading lately. Natalya then angled the mirror down to her gash, and she gasped, her eyes filling with tears. It was pretty terrible. (gore warning!!) Jagged flesh was hanging out, as well as an intestine or two. She dropped the mirror and gulped, putting her insides back inside of her, where they were supposed to be. She curled up, letting herself be visible as she cried. Who cares if some human saw her, she would terrify them pretty well.
<HTTS-America>After finally finding his glasses in the tangle of covers and pillows he slid off the bed and began to rummage for the mirror. He started to panic a little upon not finding it, he tore the bed apart gett
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Loving you 22
"what?" Heinz ask.
"Teardrop by Massive Attack." Perry replied.
"oh. Pinky do you always speak Spanish?" Phineas ask.
"sí señor, desde que era apenas un cachorro! (yes sir, ever since I was just a pup!)" Pinky replied.
"hey! que no hablan español. Inglés por favor. Estoy demasiado cansado para seguir traduciendo. (hey! they do not speak Spanish. English only please. I am way too tired to keep translating.)" Perry mumbled.
"Perry? you speak Spanish?" Phineas ask.
"yup and Heinz is helping me with German." Perry replied. "it's not going to well. I tried to say 'lovely day' and I ended up saying 'stupid bug'." Perry added.
"first time in years somebody other than my brother called me a bug." Heinz joked.
"I said sorry!" Perry exclaimed.
"really? cause all I heard was Lo siento! soy así lo siento! (i'm sorry! i'm so so sorry!)" Heinz replied.
"your Spanish is a little rusty hombre (man). your German accent makes it sound like your saying something weird." Pinky rep
Christmas partyIt's that time of the year again, time of celebration with your loved ones, to give gifts and to eat a lot. Which is for exactly this reason a brown female chipmunk wearing a opened blue vest, blue boots and a scarf to protect herself from the cold wind that come along with this time of the year, calling by the name Sally Acorn or just Sal by her friends, had come to the market to buy ingredients for the Christmas party that will happen in the Freedom HQ.
Once had bought everything she need, she now is walking back to her car. There, she get the key to open the trunk, but it's interrupted by a familiar voice. “Sally?” The chipmunk look to her right and sees another member of the Freedom Fighters, a red vixen wearing a yellow-orange zip up bodysuit with a white stripe down the front and silver cuffs at the head, leg and arm holes and plus a pair of matching boots with white gloves.
“Oh, hey Fiona!” Sally greets the vixen. “I see you are making your Christma
Meeting the Parents *At her godfather's House at 4 am in the morning*
Lena:*wakes up and gets dressed then goes out of the bedroom quietly*
Wren: Lena what are you doing up at 4 am?
Lena: I forgot I told my parents in letter last week that I would visit them today at home in Paris and I told them I would be there by 9 am so I do not know how long it is going to take me. Before I go I have to make a stop before I keep going.
Wren: Well I guess that makes sense but be back before sunset ok?
Lena: Ok Uncle Wren.*leaves the Sullivan house*
*in front of Harper's house*
Harper: *waiting for Lena* Where is she said she would here at 7 am? *then about goes in inside to wait on Lena*
*at 7 am*
Lena: *walks up behind Harper very quietly and puts her hands over his eyes* Guess who?
Harper: I wonder who that pretty voice belongs to? *then takes her hands takes them off of his eyes and then turns around*
Lena: Harper did u get the letter I sent to you?
Harper: *nervously looks every
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<HTTS-America>After finally finding his glasses in the tangle of covers and pillows he slid off the bed and began to rummage for the mirror. He started to panic a little upon not finding it, he tore the bed apart getting a little m
Moving paintingHello everyone !
I've made an art piece in a total different and other way
Its a moving painting that tells a story...
And I really like it to share with you guys but its a video and I really don't know how that works with Deviant art
I have it uploaded on my youtube channel and on the link below you can click and see it:
I usually don't work that much with paint
But at my study we have now a period that is all about learning over colors and painting
it was a homework assignment for the class medium
medium is part of my study for becoming a creative therapist
anyway I hope you all like it as well
and that it works showing it on deviant art in this way !
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